Then he said the sentence that shattered everything I thought I knew.
“Your mother paid me fifty thousand dollars to bring you here.”
I stopped struggling.
“What?”
“Your mother gave me the money two days ago.”
“Why would she pay you that kind of money?”
“Because she wanted you to meet someone.”
“Who?”
He looked at me, his face pale.
“Your biological mother.”
The Secret Behind the Fifty Thousand Dollars
I stared at him.
For a moment, I couldn’t even understand the words he had spoken.
“My biological mother?”
He nodded slowly.
I let out a short, disbelieving laugh.
“My mother is Margaret.”
“She raised you, Emily. She loves you. But she isn’t your biological mother.”
I shook my head.
“No. That’s impossible.”
“I know this is a terrible way to tell you.”
“Then untie my legs and take me home!”
He immediately reached down and removed the strap.
I pulled away from him, rubbing my ankles even though the restraint hadn’t injured me.